the world to a horse

the world to a horse can be
a pretty place
vibrant colors, so much space
but to those being chased. terrorized
and killed
.the world is a chasm

by suffering, filled

foxes, read

We love our world
We love how we live
If you leave us alone
We will so forgive
We are foxes red
We want to be free,
Not dead
Do not hunt us, we demur
We were not put here

To be trophies or fur

the whisper

He saved her life
She did not know
She never thought
She did not grow
She slowly moved
To get along
This was her idea of being strong
As time revolved

Her trust, evolved

in freedom

My eyes reflect the blue of the sea
When they are in freedom, naturally
I can jump up so high
Chase and play
Catch my food
This is the dolphin way
But when in a small space
Entrapped and alone
Or even with others
All I can do is moan
The blue sea reflection
Flickers then dies
Lost in man’s deception

Why bother to try

this is my land
this is where i stand
i am part of the rocks
i am one with the sand
i am borne of the mountain
my father is the sky
my spirit is endless
as it soars, way up high

♥

what do you see

What do you see when you look at me
The face of your genetic history
Do you see the intelligence, the soul,
The feelings
Of a primate that has suffered
From man’s cruel misdealings
Or do you see a thing
That belongs in a lab
Alive or dead
Lying on a cold slab
Your vision is determined
By your inner brain’s eye
My future depends
Please I do not want

To cry

baby giraffe

no i am not one of mother nature's gaffes
i am basically, a baby giraffe
so you still do not get it,
ah what the heck
i am also a life support system

for my long legs and long neck